About Portuguese Ceramics

The tourism as industry has undergone constant changes, new times, new attitudes, new requirements which demand a change in the supply that the visitor expects to find when looking for difference and discovering new sensations.

Visiting a country is to know its history, its past, to feel the aromas, the colours and its people. Understanding the past but perceiving the present.

Visiting a living company, with people, is to take a sip of reality that enriches visitors and prizes who receives them. With conditions for accommodating groups, ANTÓNIO ROSA provides visitors with the possibility to tour the entire manufacturing sector in direct contact with the workers and with a simple and dedicated explanation, the visitors will have a more detailed knowledge of an art, a region, a country and its people.

About Konsensual

For different markets and specific demands, the creation of distinct brands allows covering a greater realization of customer requests, ensuring a high quality of the provided service.

In the decorative sector, with its brand Konsensual, António Rosa – Cerâmicas maintains a constant evolution, presenting the colours and shapes that current trends require. The presentation of new collections every year enables our customers to have new products with updated design.

About ByFly

I wandered in the empty streets of the city listening to the void and silence in the far distance, wonderfully quiet, the bright lights reflected by the white houses shining on my face.

Fiery and shining eyes peeked through an open window. As I moved on, it retracted its footsteps and I heard the sound of shoes clicking on a wooden floor and the sound of a dangling shoulder bag. I walked in to find some objects representing the world set on a table and lit by a round-headed being. As I walked across seven rooms and found on every door a strange-looking object representing a sin, a shiver ran up my spine: a raging dragon looked me straight in the eye like the guardian of a unique, celestial space, yet its lack of colour was admirably soothing. Unusual shapes hung from the ceiling, like capsules containing everything, or simply nothing at all. A beam of light entered through the roof and shone on a frenzied cat.

Three different shapes stood out in one of the corners of the room, as if being punished. They didn’t belong to this world. Too much colour. A lit candle, a slightly open box, a creased figure filled with irregular bubbles held a large bouquet of white roses. I turned around and saw my own reflection on the mirror. My skin was white, my hair was white, and I was dressed in white. I ran anxiously outside wanting to shout from the top of my voice …EVERYTHING IS WHITE.